So when my man came up with this crazy idea of spending one of the early fall weekends in the nature I was all in but this was beyond all expectations. We wandered through the woods, lakes and meadows, chopped some wood and most importantly: stayed in this magical wooden wigwam

"What's that smell? Is something burning?" I asked on Friday the 26th this past August. "Yep, rainforests and orangutans in Indonesia." Isn't it completely insane that people in Malaysia and Singapore have trouble breathing from time to time because of those horrid palm oil plantations? And they actually now have a term for this dusty smokey air pollution. It's called haze and it sucks.